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I stepped on a nail yesterday. I am now freakishly worried about the lack of a tetnus shot. That and the cut is on a weird spot on my toe, so bandaid would be useless but it hurts to walk. *cries*
Work goes by really fast if you pretend to work while yammering on with your co-workers. Yes, indeedy. I hope Satan didn't yell at Rose too much, or at all actually. [We did like a third of what we'd done last week. Not good if boss type realizes this. On the other hand, apparently 2nd shift didn't do shit yesterday so maybe we'll be cut some slack?]
I don't want to work 12-8 tonight and Sunday night. I want to work 10-6. 10-6, dammit! But I guess tonight I'll stop being a wuss and ask zee manager if he can set it up so I can freakin' request days off. >_<
*pokes AOL with a flaming stick* Damn it, move faster. Move!
Cold. Sleepy. Pained. Want to read. Not enough time to read. *cries* Don't want to work until 8. Ever!
Anywho. I need to wrap Dad's father's day gifts. So far I've bought the following:
- this weird massage thinger he asked for for christmas and then father's day. it looks like ET. It's odd.
- pretty blue glasses of the number 12. Pretty!
- two pairs of tweezers
- one backscratcher from mom. [i need to buy her one too though. woe.]
- two cards
and a partridge in a pear treeeeeeeeee. Well, no. But I did buy tape and wrapping paper.
Also, citrus something or other chicklets? Are so disgusting you want to cry because the taste never fully leaves your mouth. Remember and fear!
Need soda and my book and sleep. In that order. *yawns*
So, who wants to leave me some Tori pics? We dun care if they're ones people have seen 100000000000000000000 times. I feel the need for Tori and the obsession isn't going away. I thought it would by now. I'd be worried if I thought about it too much.
Work goes by really fast if you pretend to work while yammering on with your co-workers. Yes, indeedy. I hope Satan didn't yell at Rose too much, or at all actually. [We did like a third of what we'd done last week. Not good if boss type realizes this. On the other hand, apparently 2nd shift didn't do shit yesterday so maybe we'll be cut some slack?]
I don't want to work 12-8 tonight and Sunday night. I want to work 10-6. 10-6, dammit! But I guess tonight I'll stop being a wuss and ask zee manager if he can set it up so I can freakin' request days off. >_<
*pokes AOL with a flaming stick* Damn it, move faster. Move!
Cold. Sleepy. Pained. Want to read. Not enough time to read. *cries* Don't want to work until 8. Ever!
Anywho. I need to wrap Dad's father's day gifts. So far I've bought the following:
- this weird massage thinger he asked for for christmas and then father's day. it looks like ET. It's odd.
- pretty blue glasses of the number 12. Pretty!
- two pairs of tweezers
- one backscratcher from mom. [i need to buy her one too though. woe.]
- two cards
and a partridge in a pear treeeeeeeeee. Well, no. But I did buy tape and wrapping paper.
Also, citrus something or other chicklets? Are so disgusting you want to cry because the taste never fully leaves your mouth. Remember and fear!
Need soda and my book and sleep. In that order. *yawns*
So, who wants to leave me some Tori pics? We dun care if they're ones people have seen 100000000000000000000 times. I feel the need for Tori and the obsession isn't going away. I thought it would by now. I'd be worried if I thought about it too much.
